Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 194 Bree’s prophecy again
"Calm down, children. Even if you keep looking out the window, I won't punish you. You should pay more attention to the tea cups in front of you, so that you can successfully divine the future..."

In the divination classroom in the west tower, Professor Trelawney seriously warned the little wizards, but her fancy and strange appearance and weird tone really lacked majesty, and the little wizards at most calmed down their excited mood for a while , and began to whisper again.

Who told me that today was a fantasy game competition? No one had the intention to attend this divination class that was already in name only.

"Oh, Bree, look at it, you pretending professor, you know, Trelawney made another prophecy a few days ago, and it was for Potter."

Draco poked Bree, who lowered his head and watched the tea leaves floating regularly in his tea cup, and said in surprise: "You are not really listening to the method of tea leaf prophecy, my Mr. Bree Old, You have to go to the school hospital later. During this period of time spent with the savior, his and the red-headed stupidity have been passed on to you!"

"Who would believe the prophecy? I really don't understand why Dumbledore tried so hard to keep this woman. I heard that Professor McGonagall doesn't like her existence. He is simply a freeloader and has no ability."

"Prophecy, that's a legendary thing." Draco said softly, and when he saw Bree looking at him dissatisfied, he stopped talking with satisfaction.

"Don't be angry, the divination class is too boring. Do you want to hear what Trelawney and Potter said? Before you came yesterday, Potter and the red-haired man had a quiet conversation about this matter."

Yesterday was the last class for practicing Soul Guard. After talking about some things with Harry, Bree told Professor Lupin that the task was completed. Harry also successfully cast a ball amidst Professor Lupin's suspicion. The not-so-weak white mist has passed Professor Lu Ping's test.

"Tell me about it?" Bree was very curious about the so-called prophecy, especially the one related to Harry and Trelawney. This was probably a true prophecy.

Draco hummed twice, touched his slightly fluffy lips, and repeated in a low voice: "The Dark Lord lies alone, without friends, and abandoned by his companions. His servants have been locked up for the past 12 years. One night in June, the servant will break free from his chains and start searching for his master. With the servant's help, the Dark Lord will rise again, more powerful and terrifying than ever before. Tonight - before midnight - the servant - Will begin to - rediscover - his master -"

"These are the exact words. I dreamed about them last night." As he spoke, Draco shuddered. He didn't know why he could remember them all. He even had a nightmare because of it. In his dream, It was a world without Bree, and the direction of everything was so terrible that Draco didn't want to remember it at all, and he didn't want to say it.

Of course, when Draco recalled it now, he could no longer trace the details. The dream came so real and went so quickly when he woke up.

"The Dark Lord, servant?"

The June breeze blew in from outside, causing Brie to shiver. The tea in the teacup contained floating tea leaves, rippling in the shape of the wind, and strange ripples attracted Brie's attention.

In a daze, Bree saw Voldemort laughing and climbing out of the crucible, surrounded by faceless Death Eaters in black robes. They raised their bare arms, and the Death Eater marks were glowing green. .

As soon as the scene changed, all the Death Eaters disappeared, leaving only a mouse and a boiling cauldron.

Hogwarts Castle is reflected in the mouse's eyes...

In the dark night, panicked screams came from Hogwarts Castle. The torches kept going out, the light dissipated layer by layer, and the entire castle fell into darkness.

The full moon hangs high, and the bright moonlight penetrates the pervasive black clouds, and the bloody smell is constantly conveyed in the icy wind. From a distance, Dumbledore falls from a strange tower, and the horn of death is blown , Thousands of werewolves poured out of the Forbidden Forest, and they began to attack the gate of Hogwarts with their own means. As the castle was crumbling, on the tower of the castle, the sound of fierce fighting became louder, and the tragic blood spattered Go out and slide down the stone wall of the ancient castle.

The entire Hogwarts was shrouded in a dark cloud, and the young wizards were being chased and persuaded. On the east tower, the professors fought bloody battles with a group of werewolves that were different from the werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. In a blink of an eye, there were only a few Slytherins. , most of them had chosen to surrender. The werewolves did not harm them, but tied them up and threw them in the corridor.

With a bang, the castle has magic power, and the closed door opens!
It was Azar. He was holding the Sorting Hat that should have been in the principal's office. The magic of the Sorting Hat affected the magic of the door!

"Brie?"

In the dark turret, Draco was carefully looking for something, and the sounds outside made his figure tremble.

"You haven't come back from the Forbidden Forest yet, Brie, come back quickly..."

……

"Brie?"

"What's wrong with you, Bree?" Bree, who was in a strange situation, only heard Draco's low voice. When Bree came back to his senses, he saw Draco gently shaking his shoulders and frowning: "Hey, class is over. I couldn't wake you up no matter what I called you. What's wrong? You didn't... make a prophecy, right?"

Draco spoke cautiously into Bree's ear. He looked around and saw Pansy wanting to bring Goyle and Brak over. He waved and said, "You go to the stadium first, I'll be here in a minute. "

Pansy was a little dissatisfied and said: "Draco, today is your promotion match. We should go and see the venue first."

"It's just a promotion match. You're making too much fuss, Pansy." Draco didn't like others to refute his opinions, and his tone was slightly angry.

"Okay, okay." Pansy forced a smile, and Daphne on the side saw this and said hurriedly: "I'll see you soon, Master Draco."

After saying that, Daphne pulled Pansy, who looked unhappy, and led them out of the divination classroom.

"Oh, Malfoy, do you want to stay to learn more about divination?" Professor Trelawney said to Draco with a hopeful tone. She had to prove herself, and the way was to learn more about divination from her. Pick up Draco who is optimistic about it.

"Oh, look, the smell of death!" Trelawney pointed at Bree, shocked, and exclaimed in a very artificial way: "You will encounter death, tonight!"

After saying that, Professor Trelawney looked at Draco with concern and whispered softly: "You have to stay away from Oded, otherwise you will get hurt. My dear Malfoy, death is inevitable."

Hearing Trelawney's words, Bree looked at her thoughtfully, while Draco's face darkened.

Draco said angrily: "Professor, maybe you should tell Potter that one death prophecy per year is enough!"

"Oh, why do you say that? Damn it, you should believe in divination!" Trelawney was stunned, and then argued loudly. She had just had a conflict with the little wizards of Gryffindor a few days ago, and they questioned He told her about her death prophecy and said that she was making up mysteries just to gain attention. Of course she would not admit it!

Professor Trelawney left the classroom angrily. The situation of the little wizards just now was the worst she had ever been in, and Draco, whom she was optimistic about, also changed his attitude towards her. She had to find a place to drink some wine. Relieve depressed mood.

In this way, Draco and Bree were the only two people in the classroom.

"You will get low marks in the Divination class, Draco." Bree looked at Draco helplessly, and frowned without leaving any trace. He was not sure whether what Trelawny said was a prophecy, because In the scene just now, he went to the Forbidden Forest, while Draco was hiding in the turret...

And, Dumbledore is still dead!
"Death..." Bree murmured in a low voice, recalling the visionary scene that suddenly appeared in the divination class before -

Next to the Whomping Willow outside Hogwarts Castle, a big black dog was sucked away by countless dementors. Potter chased him out of a cave hidden by the Whomping Willow, shouting Black, and a werewolf rushed towards him. I passed him, but was blocked by a black figure...

The scene turned, and the werewolves were having a carnival at Hogwarts. On top of the tower, the little wizards were huddled together, and Dumbledore was shrouded in a cloud of black air, and the black air was from the ring on his finger. Emerged from.

Dumbledore cut off his finger, but the black energy wrapped around him like a gangrene on his bones. He threw the ring towards Potter and shouted loudly to destroy it...

Death, death, Dumbledore fell from the tower!
……

"Dumbledore is still dead. Could it be that I brought that ring?"

Bree was stunned on the spot. He had never thought of killing Dumbledore, but it was a fact that the Resurrection Stone Ring was taken out of the Gaunt family and brought to Hogwarts, where it was also lost.

"Destiny goes round and round. It's too difficult to see through the so-called prophecy..." Brie said coldly.

"Brie, what's wrong?" Draco asked cautiously. Bree's current state was so strange that it made him a little scared.

"What fate, what prophecy? Just tell me, Brie!"

Draco's face was full of nervousness, but Bree said nothing. It wasn't until Draco got impatient with waiting that Bree looked at him with a sad expression.

"Draco, can you do me a favor?"

Facing Bree's sincere face, the tips of Draco's ears turned red.

"Ahem, what's the matter? Tell me."

Bree said seriously: "Leave Hogwarts."

"What!" Draco's eyes widened, and he said with a hint of disbelief: "You don't really think what Trelawny said is nonsense, do you? One day in June, the servants of the Dark Lord will begin to resurrect the Black Lord." Devil, this is ridiculous, Bree, we all know that what Professor Trelawney said was a joke!"

"Draco, what if I foresaw this?" Bree stared into Draco's eyes, with no hint of joking in them.

Draco swallowed, put his head aside, and said for a long time: "I... I promise you, I will go and tell my dad in a moment, but I have to finish today's promotion match, otherwise I won't be able to participate in the competition during the holiday. "

"Yeah." Bree nodded in satisfaction.

Since in his prophecy, Draco was hiding in the corner tower waiting for him, then he wanted Draco to leave Hogwarts. He did not believe that with the existence of the prophecy, the future would remain the same!
"What about you, Bree, do you want to leave Hogwarts with me? We can just go to France for vacation. In France these days..."

"I'm going to stay at Hogwarts, sorry Draco, because I seem to have done something wrong and I have to make it up to him."

Thinking of the Resurrection Stone Ring, Bree had a headache. After thinking that Draco was the cause of the Resurrection Stone Ring, Bree glanced at Draco vaguely, feeling full of lament in her heart.

If he had known it earlier, he would not have wondered about the resurrection stone, which made him fall into the trap of the prophecy.

Draco wanted to say something, but Bree's look made him afraid to persuade him. He always felt that Bree's staying at Hogwarts had something to do with him.

"Ahem, otherwise I might as well stay, Brie."

"Obey Draco, you leave tonight, I will ask Tom to take you away."

Brie didn't give Draco a chance to struggle, and pulled him to the outside of the classroom.

"Go to the court, your game is this afternoon, it will be your turn soon."

There are two days of promotions for the fantasy game, today and tomorrow. As for the weekend, it is the final of the Quidditch game, between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

"Well, I have to go to the corner tower. Sorry, Draco, this matter is very important. I believe that the promotion competition will not be a problem for you."

……

At this time, in the secret room, a stooped and fat body was in front of a huge crucible, stirring the boiling solution in the pot.

On his forehead, a mass of black energy loomed.

"Have you found all the materials?" A hoarse voice came from the black air.

"Lord, Master, I still need my father's bones and the blood of my enemies..." Peter trembled, and he trembled: "I don't dare to stay in Snape's office for longer. Those ordinary materials have only been gathered now, and I even I stole a lot of potion materials from little wizards to fill up..."

"Don't explain!"

"I have collected some ordinary materials for so long, what use do I need from you? Are you betraying my trust and delaying time for my soul to dissipate!"

Peter trembled even more, and he said in a panic: "Master, I don't dare, I, I have tried my best!"

"I give you three days to bring the remaining materials."

"Master, I, I can't get Dumbledore's blood, I will be discovered!" Peter lowered his head and swallowed, the blood of his enemy, but Dumbledore was not something he could touch.

"idiot!"

Voldemort roared——

"I want Harry Potter's blood!"

……

In the turret, Bree opened the note and summoned the teleportation magic on it. In Hogwarts, the turret does not belong to Hogwarts itself, and Dumbledore will not sense anything strange here.

Soon, a teleportation circle appeared in front of Bree, and then Tom walked out of it.

"My dear Xiao Brie, do you miss me? This is the first time you have contacted me in this way."

"There's an urgent matter, Tom, concerning the prophecy, and I think I must confirm it with you in person."

(End of this chapter)