days at Hogwarts

Chapter 75 Christmas Prophecy 4k
Ron found a small bucket, put his big carp in it, and planned to eat and drink it, and wait for Harry to come back to show him the fish he caught.

Not long after returning to the castle, the sun shrank into the clouds, and the sky became gloomy.In the evening, the wind and snow began to whine.

The wind blew all night.

It was already late when Loren woke up, and his body temperature was wrapped in the quilt, which made people not want to get out of bed at all.

Turning his head, Ron was standing by the window, looking at Loren's pears buried in the snow.

Hearing Loren's movement, Ron turned his head to look at Loren: "Your pears are a little darker, can you eat them?"

"Let me take a look." Loren walked to the window in his pajamas to check.

The yellow skin of the pear has become a little dull, with a little gray, and it has not yet frozen to black.

"It will take a few days until the color turns completely black."

Loren picked out some pears that needed to be thawed, put them in a pot and put them in the room to thaw. As a control group, these pears needed to be frozen and thawed repeatedly.

The sky outside the window was still gloomy.

This is the normal weather in this season. The two consecutive days of sunny days ahead are indeed good times for fishing.Loren felt that he was also very suitable for this, but the location was not good, and the local fish in the Black Lake were not polite, and Loren didn't dare to tell them the rules.

There is no way to catch fishing. Dress neatly, wash up and go to the cafeteria to have breakfast.

There are a lot of meat steaks, roast turkey and other dishes on the table, which are the house elves preparing for the Christmas banquet and trying more dishes.

"Play chess for a while?" Ron leaned over with a piece of bread in his mouth.

Loren rolled his eyes and sucked the pumpkin porridge loudly, "If you ask again, I'll turn you into a wizard chess piece and put it on the chessboard for other chess pieces to beat you."

"If you don't want to go down, don't go down, why are you so fierce." Ron murmured, and went to the next table to find Rolf.

In fact, Loren doesn't know how to deform the human body, just to scare this kid.

Once back in the break room, refreeze the thawed pears.Loren took out the quill and prepared to finish all the homework today.

Ron played chess with himself on the side, throwing two chess pieces into his mouth from time to time. What kind of interesting snack is this, which can be eaten and played at the same time.

Loren wondered if the boy had spent all the money left over from buying the wand on Bibi's multi-flavored beans.

Professor McGonagall left the most homework, most of which were basic knowledge questions. After opening the textbook, Loren copied the answers on the parchment smoothly.

The homework left by Snape was the most difficult, but Loren's knowledge of potions far surpassed that of a first-year wizard, and he could write the answers without even turning the pages of books.

Before finishing the two homework, Ron began to sigh again, trying to get Loren's attention.

The sound of the quill scraping across the parchment was interspersed with Ron's sighs.

The Fundamental Theorem of Transfiguration has a total of fifteen inferences, which are...

"Ugh!"

The venom of a croucher can be used to erase bad memories.

"Ugh!!"

Bicorns are obese and like to eat their kind and loyal husbands.

"Ugh!!!"

Loren stopped writing and looked at Ron in silence. He finally understood that as long as he was in front of Ron, he would inevitably be harassed.

Feeling Loren's sight, Ron staggered his head nonchalantly, as if he wasn't the one who sighed just now.

"Let me teach you another board game." Loren stood up and walked to sit next to Ron, intending to find something for him to do.

"Yes, yes, yes." Ron nodded violently.

The wand tapped the table top, and the grid lines of the five-pronged backgammon became nineteen, and the pieces in Ron's candy box became more black and white, and the material became harder.

"Go is a traditional game from the East..."

More than half an hour later, Loren left the lounge with a happy expression on his homework.

In the lounge, Ron was fascinated by the chess pieces on the chessboard. If his brain could be equipped with a heat sink, the fan would be spinning by now.

This is different from the chess he has played before. Why can a chess piece be played so far away from the center of the struggle, but the last chess piece that is far away blocks the whole piece.

Ron was excited and confused.Predictably, Loren filled Ron's memory and wouldn't bother Ron for a long time until he figured out Go.

This is not a stun spell, this is another stun spell, and their effects are similar.

For peace of mind, Loren decides to go to the Room of Requirement and be alone.

All the way up the stairs, now Loren has mastered the rules of the stairs, can shuttle up and down freely, and can use the stairs to save energy.

He greeted the silly Barnaba dancing with the troll, and was about to conceive a library to do his homework, maybe try to conceive a library with all the homework answers.

Before Loren could try it, a door suddenly appeared in the wall where the Room of Requirement was located.

A thin woman with a pair of large round-frame glasses and countless chains and beads around her neck came out from the door, holding a bottle of sherry in her hand, with a strong smell of alcohol on her body.

"Professor Trelawney, hello."

Loren recognized the professor of divination, an elective course they wouldn't take until the third grade.But the reputation of this professor is very famous among the students, because the assignments she assigns are the easiest to fool, and you only need to make up that you will be in bad luck.

Professor Trelawney drank a lot of alcohol and looked drunk, and her eyes were hard to concentrate.

The professor looked at Loren, looking him up and down.

"Gryffindor student, you probably haven't attended my class yet, hiccup!" Professor Trelawney hiccupped suddenly, her head drooping.

Loren moved a few steps aside calmly, making way for the professor.

"Black hair, Jack of Spades." Trelawney murmured unconsciously, her body suddenly trembling violently.

Trelawney raised her head suddenly, and Loren clearly saw the color of her pupils fade, and the entire eye sockets were covered with whites.

"Black—color—" her voice became hoarse and harsh.

"The Dark Lord is far from his forest...his plan...white has foreseen...the black forest is the beginning of the wave...the blue and black must go...to the time of the old...Desperate souls cry Shout... the wave is about to start..."

Loren's pupils constricted. Trelawney was in an abnormal state. She was making a prophecy.

In the Harry Potter series, the divination professor may seem like a liar, but every prophecy she makes comes true.

From Harry, Voldemort's destined opponent at the very beginning, to the No. 13 seat at the end, Dumbledore died in the tower, and her prophecy runs through the whole story.

Loren repeated Trelawney's words, and took out a pen and paper to write down these words.

The prophet looked at his prediction. Loren suspected that this prediction had a lot to do with him, so he had to take it seriously.

Professor Trelawney's eyes returned to normal, but he was still drunk, and he didn't remember that he had just made a prophecy, "Gryffindor, remember to choose my class in the third grade, you seem to have some talent."

After speaking, he walked away unsteadily.

Loren watched her go away, his eyes were far away until he couldn't see her.

Looking down at the contents of the paper, Loren tried to analyze the prophecy just now.

The Dark Lord is Voldemort, and Voldemort's plan was anticipated by white, and white should refer to Dumbledore.

What the Black Forest is, and what the Waves are, both have yet to be determined.

The blue-black man, are you talking about him?

Blue eyes, black hair, Loren guessed, but wasn't sure.

When the old and the new alternate, the old and the new, what is the new, what is the old?
Desperate soul, this familiar word made Loren's eyes light up. He had a strong premonition that Nico's riddle had a clue.

The meaning of the prophecy should be that at the time when the old and the new alternate, a wave will start from the black forest, and there is a desperate soul in this black forest.

Loren plans to communicate with Dumbledore, maybe this white has more clues.

It was almost noon, and Loren planned to go directly to the auditorium for lunch, and Dumbledore would be there as well.

……

Principal's office.

Fox was combing his feathers beside the table. He was tired and didn't look very energetic. Phoenix didn't like this kind of weather.

Dumbledore looked at the parchment in front of him seriously, and he had some guesses about the content of the prophecy.

Looking up at Loren, Dumbledore showed a slight smile. He could sense Loren's haste when he wrote down this text, but when he was in the auditorium just now, Loren found him slowly after eating calmly, confided This is a shocking prophecy.

Loren sat across from Dumbledore, counting the number of lemon sherbets in a box, not counting the one in his mouth.

"Even if it's not the first contact, I'm still amazed by the mystery of the prophecy." Dumbledore put down the parchment and sighed.

"So do you know what the waves and the Black Forest refer to?"

Loren felt that this should be a small storm brought by his own butterfly. These two things were not in the plot he knew.

Dumbledore took out a lemon sherbet and put it in his mouth, tasted it and said, "I don't know what the wave refers to, but the Black Forest may not be so difficult to guess."

Both the centaur and the mermaid had talked with him about the tide, and Dumbledore was not sure what it was about the great change that hadn't happened in a thousand years.

Regarding this kind of thing beyond control, since Professor Trelawney gave a prophecy, he must take a look.

"Don't guess the riddle! Don't guess the riddle! Don't guess the riddle!"

Loren repeated it three times, and slapped his palms on the table lightly, "Explain the meaning of the prophecy directly, and I hate you the most elderly people who talk around the bush."

This impatient look made Dumbledore laugh, obviously he was still very leisurely while eating, "Oh, Loren, I think as a wizard, you should have plenty of patience."

"Hurry, hurry!" Loren kept urging.

"Well," Dumbledore ate another lemon sherbet, "if you give me a Christmas present that surprises me, I'll let you know."

"You are already a hundred years old!" Loren was reminding Dumbledore, please don't be so childish.

Dumbledore looked at Loren with a smile, "Of course, when I'm with you young people, I always feel younger."

Loren understood that this person would not tell him until after Christmas, so he jumped off the chair and patted his ass to leave.

"Goodbye Loren, I look forward to your gift." Dumbledore smiled at Loren's back.

Loren turned his back and waved at him, "I will give you a box of cockroach stacks, and put a real cockroach in it."

Dumbledore froze, imagining that scene, it was really a scary prank.

When going down the stairs to the fourth floor, Loren met Ron.

"Why are you here?" Loren was surprised. He thought Ron should be in the waiting room at the moment, and he wanted to get into the chessboard.

Ron seemed to have just done something amazing, with a smug smile on his lips, proudly showing off to Loren: "I just guarded the Philosopher's Stone!"

Harry is not at school, and it doesn't matter if the Philosopher's Stone is in that room. Ron's guardianship may be something like saying hello to Lu Wei.

"Oh."

Loren didn't ask anything, and continued down the stairs. He had just suffered a disadvantage from Dumbledore, and he wanted to transfer Ron's smile to his face.

"Why don't you ask me what I did?" Ron really quickly caught up and asked Loren.

"I don't want to know." Loren felt happy. The law of conservation of happiness is indeed the truth. Netizens do not deceive me.

"That's the Philosopher's Stone, you really don't want to ask?"

"I don't want to ask."

"No, you have to ask me how I guarded the Philosopher's Stone."

……

The two tugged all the way, Loren's smile became more and more cheerful, and the smile on Ron's face disappeared.

In the afternoon, Ron received another bad news, and his grief was even greater.

Back from fishing yesterday, Ron planned to keep the fish in a wooden barrel, and finally put the barrel in the courtyard outside the castle.

After a night of snowstorm, the carp was frozen to death in the ice, with a strange light in their eyes.

Ron's heart was broken, and his grief was even greater.

Loren and Rolf, who heard the news, didn't know how to describe their current mood. They could only stand beside Ron and try not to laugh out loud.

Ron didn't pester Loren to play chess for the rest of the time, and he was still talking about it before going to bed.

"How did I forget Rhett outside?"

Rhett is Ron's name for the carp, and he thinks this name is very suitable for the festive atmosphere of Christmas.

"Red is so cute, and it's all my fault."

……

The day before Christmas.

Ron still missed his fish after waking up, couldn't cheer up, and was listless when eating.

It was only then that Loren realized that the problem was serious. Ron couldn't even eat, and Xiaohong's death hit him really hard.

In order to comfort the grieving Ron, Loren dragged him to play Go all day, the CPU burned up, and Ron had no other space in his mind to recall Red, and the words he chanted changed from Red to black and white , steal...

When I woke up the next morning, there was a pile of packages next to my bed.

"Merry Christmas!" Ron had already woken up, and there was a pile of packages beside his bed, as if he was about to unpack them.

(End of this chapter)