a certain scientific harry potter

On Friday, Harry took the OWL exam in Muggle Studies in the morning.

Unfortunately, the weather was cloudless that day, and there was no lightning or heavy rain. Therefore, Harry's Muggle Studies practical exam could only be postponed indefinitely.

However, the official of the Wizarding Examinations Administration who was in charge of the exam, accompanied by Professor Bubaji, also approached Harry, saying that even if Harry only took the written test of Muggle Studies, they would still follow the normal process and make a mark for those who passed the test. Harry issues OWL certificates.

At the same time, the official also quietly told Harry that if he can get an O in the written test and can really complete the practical test of 'catching lightning', the Wizarding Examinations Administration will probably grant him an unprecedented one. The NEWT qualification certificate.

"A talent like you should get rid of the status of a student as soon as possible, and contribute to the education of wizards as soon as possible... These are the words that Professor Tofudi entrusted me to convey to you when he was leaving."

Hearing what the invigilating officer said, Harry immediately understood.

Old Professor Tofty must have a high status in the Wizarding Examinations Authority, otherwise he would not have dared to promise Harry that he could prevent the Ministry of Magic from maliciously tampering with Harry's grades.

And the reason why he was willing to give such a green light to Harry after only meeting him once was largely because of love.

From the looks of it, this old professor is indeed a gardener who only thinks about teaching and educating people, and his style of behavior even has a somewhat 'eclectic demotion' meaning.

For such a person, Harry never hesitated to offer his greatest respect.

Hermione was a little busier than Harry's Friday, and her last two exams, third-year Muggle Studies and Arithmancy, were so completely crashed in time that she had to do it all over again. Time-Turner to take care of.

It was also fortunate that she had withdrawn the divination class in advance, otherwise, during this time period, she would have to take another misty fortune-telling subject.

At that time, no matter how powerful her brain is, it might explode on the spot.

However, when her two exams were all over and Harry went to the arithmetic and divination classroom to pick her up in advance, the two saw a figure that rarely appeared on the eighth floor.

"Professor Trelawney? Why did she come here and go to the Room of Requirement?"

Seeing that the other party sneaked into the Room of Requirement unexpectedly, Hermione frowned suspiciously.

"It should be to find a drink." Harry thought for a while and said, "Her divination test is to be practiced one-on-one with the students. I guess she has fooled too many people just now, and the mental pressure is a bit high."

Sybill Trelawney likes to drink sherry very much. Although she is not yet an alcoholic, her drinking seems to be on the rise as her work pressure increases.

Harry knew this because when he was raising dragons in the Room of Requirement, Norberta used to steal the sherry she kept hidden there.

It's just that later, when Norberta grew up, the wine with a sweet taste and an alcohol content of only a dozen degrees could no longer enter the mouth of the female Charmander.

In other words, because of the lack of fire dragon milk, Norbeta can be said to have been fed by Harry with wine and other liquid fuels. Up to now, this guy is definitely a drunkard.

Liquor below [-]% is white water to it, and it always makes demands on Harry at every turn, clamoring for drinking high-strength whiskey from the box.

Of course, Norberta's performance after being happy is also remarkable.

Not to mention the genuine dragon absorbing water, if it blows up the whole bottle of 96-degree eau-de-vie, it can even burp and breathe fire with its tail cocked, and make Harry's "Burning Dirty Dragon Tea" on the spot. …

For such a Nobetta, Harry has been thinking about it recently, and should have a relationship with the Celestial Dynasty in advance.

Just ask him to bring a few boxes of Hengshui Laobai when we meet, it shouldn’t be considered smuggling~

What, you said you want to control Nobeta, so you can't let it drink like this?

Tch, Harry's own dragon, he can feed it as he wants, can others control it?

After Norberta drank the wine, she would go to 'hibernation' directly after performing her beauty, and the high-alcohol wine would also help to purify her flame ability... It would save Harry from worrying about it, and it would be beneficial and harmless to his body, why would Harry not for what?

Hmm... the voice-over said something, someone will definitely regret it in the future, definitely~

Back to the topic, because they didn't want to have too much contact with this divination professor, Harry and Hermione waited until other students passed by before mixing with the student group and moving on.

But there are times in life, maybe the enemy has a narrow road, and Harry obviously doesn't want to provoke the other party, but the other party may not come to provoke Harry.

Trelawney, who smelled of alcohol, came out of the Room of Requirement, looked around, and saw Harry who was among the students, and immediately froze in place as if struck by lightning.

"Professor... what's wrong with you?"

"Professor Trelawney?!"

Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, who liked the professor very much, hurried forward to check upon seeing this, but Trelawney didn't seem to hear their calls at all, and just kept talking stared at Harry.

After that, she suddenly threw away the two students beside her, trotted forward and involuntarily grabbed Harry's wrist!

"Trelawney, what are you going to do?" Seeing this, Hermione couldn't help flashing an angry look in her eyes, and even the professor stopped calling.

"It's going to happen tonight."

However, Trelawney suddenly made a loud and hoarse voice, which directly shocked everyone present, including Hermione.

Her eyes at the moment looked extremely slack, and her disheveled hair was always drooping, like a sorceress possessed by an evil spirit.

After that, her eyeballs suddenly started to move aimlessly again, and it was getting faster and faster!

At the same time, she even raised her hands and directly grabbed Harry's collar!

"The Dark Lord lies alone, friendless and abandoned by his fellows. For twelve years his servant has been chained. Tonight, before midnight, the servant will break free from his chains and set out in search of his master. Dark Lord Will rise again with the help of a servant, stronger and more terrifying than ever! Tonight...before midnight...the servant...will begin...to find again...his master—"

There was a hoarse scream, Trelawney's head hung in front of Harry, and then she shivered suddenly.

"You... oh no, it shouldn't be like this, Mr. Granger..." Trelawney seemed to have regained consciousness, and hurriedly pushed Harry away, "Why should I... ah, it might be because the daytime is too It's hot, I fell asleep for a while, just why are I here?"

"Professor Trelawney, you just... made a prophecy!" At this moment, Lavender Brown shouted excitedly.

"Yeah, I... I heard it too," Parvati Patil also stumbled in response.

"That's a...prophecy about, the Dark Lord!!"

Chapter 470 It's Probably Nothing Good for Lao Deng to Run Away

Sybill Trelawney, a professor of divination, made a prophecy about the Dark Lord... The news quickly spread throughout Hogwarts.

Dumbledore naturally knew about this at the first time, so he didn't even have time to eat lunch, so he immediately called the three involved Harry, Hermione, and Trelawney to the principal's office.

At the same time, he also urgently ordered the deans of the various colleges and the chairmen of the male and female student unions to immediately find the students who were in the corridor at that time, and talk to them one by one to ensure that they can strictly keep all the secrets about this prophecy !

And in the whole school, it is strictly forbidden to continue discussing this matter! !

"Sybil, you predicted in the corridor on the eighth floor that the Dark Lord will rise again and his servants will return to him...Is that true?"

"Dark Lord? The one who can't even mention his name?! Oh...no!!" In the principal's office, Trelawney immediately became extremely panicked when Dumbledore asked her.

"My God, Mr. Principal, this is not something to be joked about...Dark Lord, rise again, this is really..."

It could be seen that she was indeed frightened, and she even started to speak incoherently.

"Calm down, Sybil," Dumbledore persuaded, carefully slowing down his voice when he saw this, "At that time, besides Harry and Hermione, many students heard that you mentioned the Dark Lord earlier. "

"No... Impossible! I just took a nap before, and I didn't know what happened!" Trelawney shook her head in horror and denied, "Dark Lord or something, I definitely wouldn't have foreseen something so far away..."

"Don't remember, but it doesn't matter, I think I already know what's going on."

Even though Trelawney had no impression of her prophecy at all, Dumbledore did not feel anxious or frustrated about it, and instead had a smile of acknowledgment on his face.

In fact, with Lao Deng's degree of control over the school, of course he already knew the content of Trelawney's prophecy.

Voldemort's servant had until midnight to return to him, and that servant would help his master gain power...

The reason why Dumbledore wanted to ask Trelawney was to confirm whether the other party really did not remember the prophecy.

If Trelawney could really repeat her prophecy verbatim, Old Deng would not take it seriously.

As for why, you taste it, you taste it carefully~

In other words, I think I am a divination professor recognized by the principal, but in fact, I have been kept as a mascot in the school...

When you think about it, this is actually quite sad.

It's just that Harry couldn't afford to care about whether Trelawney was sad or not, and in his opinion, this prophecy was pure nonsense.

Trelawney's prophecy has another limitation. Voldemort's servant has been imprisoned for 12 years, so this is clearly talking about Pettigrew.

But Pettigrew Peter has been absconding since the beginning of this semester. If he really wanted to go to the Albanian forest to find Voldemort, wouldn't he have gone there long ago? Why did he have to wait until he was caught again by the Ministry of Magic, until today? midnight?

Could it be that that guy is also good at fortune-telling, knowing that today is an auspicious day, so everything is suitable?

stop joking~

However, while complaining secretly, Harry also discovered that Lao Deng had obviously believed in the other party's evil.

"Anyway, Sybil, I'm very glad to see you show your abilities so well in front of the students."

After pondering for a moment, Dumbledore smiled appreciatively at Trelawney: "Congratulations, I think with your current ability, you should deserve a more lucrative salary."

"Is that so? Oh, my dear Headmaster, you are very generous."

Naturally, Trelawney had no reason to refuse the windfall, and hurriedly began to thank Old Deng thousands of times.

"This is the reward you deserve, Sybil, and now you can go to lunch." Dumbledore waved his hand with a smile, and dismissed the other party casually.

However, Harry and Hermione still stayed in the headmaster's office.

"Harry, it looks like a new crisis is coming." Dumbledore looked deeply into Harry's eyes, "But don't worry, even if Voldemort makes a comeback, we will definitely win the final victory."

"Mr. Principal, that's not what I'm worried about." Hearing Old Deng's words, Harry shook his head noncommittally, "I don't know if you remember what happened in the divination class last year, I thought you would be sure , all the predictions that Professor Trelawney made to me were actually not accurate..."

"No, Harry, that's not the case." Dumbledore shook his head hurriedly. "Predicting the future is a very difficult thing, but once it appears, no matter what the content is, we can't take it lightly. Of course, what happened I will also consider things about you, so I decided to go to the Ministry of Magic immediately."

"Are you going to investigate the details of Pettigrew?" Harry frowned subconsciously, "Mr. Principal, I think you should reconsider this matter?"

"It might be too late, Harry." Dumbledore seemed to have made up his mind, "Sybil's prophecy is midnight today. Pettigrew is now under the control of the Ministry of Magic. If he can really go to Voldemort, he will It means that something is bound to happen to the Ministry of Magic. I may be able to help prevent it by getting there early."

After saying a thousand things and ten thousand things, Lao Deng finally decided to believe in Trelawney's prophecy.

This is of course because he has been believing in the other party's first prophecy since 1980, and it is also because... a friend of his in the Ministry of Magic has passed some news to him.

Pettigrew's brain is difficult to pry open, and knowing that his Animagus form is a mouse, Fudge and others dare not imprison him in Azkaban again, and can only let all Aurors 24 hours Watching in shifts, relying on fatigue tactics to obtain the information he has.

And so far, the information dug out of his brain is...

He wants to avenge the Dark Lord!

Someone from the Ministry of Magic told Dumbledore the news earlier, and it happened to coincide with Trelawney's prophecy. Of course Dumbledore had to check it out.

"Mr. Principal, why don't you think about it again and let Luna make a prophecy?"

For some reason, Harry always felt wrong about this matter. It seemed that as long as Lao Deng left Hogwarts, something serious would happen.

But after hearing Harry's proposal, Dumbledore's expression darkened indiscernibly.

"Harry, I admit that Luna may be a gifted prophet, but aren't you and Hermione always very rational? Why are you so obsessed with using prophecy this time? Seemingly illusory power, to verify another unreasonable premonition?"

When it came to this, Dumbledore's attitude was already quite untactful, and Harry finally chose to keep silent after being reminded by Hermione's small gesture.

To be honest, he is a little uncertain now, whether Dumbledore's refusal to adopt his suggestion is simply because he wants to verify Trelawney's prophecy, or because...

Luna is from my side?

Chapter 470 Verification of the prophecy is easy, big things are bad

Dumbledore left after all. He didn't even give Harry a chance to persuade him, so he rushed directly to the Ministry of Magic with the help of the Floo network connected to the fireplace in the principal's office.

At this time, in the principal's office, there were only Harry and Hermione with stern faces left, and a group of hanging paintings who could only watch the excitement, but could not give any opinions.

"Harry, what should we do now?" Sighing slightly, Hermione's tone was worried, but she didn't forget to hold Harry's hand.

As a bystander, she also read a little bit of the hidden contradiction between Harry and Dumbledore, but she didn't know how to persuade him, so she could only comfort Harry in this simple way.

"Let's go find Luna!"

Harry still insisted on his previous opinion, he must find Luna to verify Trelawney's prophecy!

After making up their minds, the two left the principal's office immediately, but just when they opened the gate of the gargoyle, they happened to meet Luna in the corridor unexpectedly.

"Something happened, right?" Luna's expression was anxious but not chaotic at the moment, and her eyes were always calm. She obviously had a premonition of the problem, so she came prepared.

"I need you to help me verify a prophecy!" Harry nodded anxiously to Luna, "Mr. Principal has gone to the Ministry of Magic to meet Pettigrew. I think his itinerary is very inappropriate!"

"Let's go." Luna agreed without saying a word.

The three of them came to an empty classroom nearby. Luna took out the pipe of wisdom presented by Harry, took a light puff, and sprayed out a phantom mist made of crystal powder from the bowl.

The fog kept changing in front of the eyes of the three of them, at first it looked like a rotating ring, and later Harry felt like the hourglass that Haggen took during the exam, but in the end he found that it seemed to be just a simple number '8 '.

"This is…"

"Crazy girl, what's the situation?" Seeing Luna frowning slightly, Hermione couldn't help asking nervously.

"The situation that follows will be very dangerous, of course... for Dumbledore."

Luna dragged the pipe in her palm, tried to stabilize the shape of the crystal mist, shook her head calmly and said: "That woman really made another outdated prophecy, I can't say her prophecy is wrong, but at least for now, that prophecy It has nothing to do with us."