Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“What? What sin?” Umbridge couldn’t help but take a half step back when he saw Trelawny’s look. “What happened to the Obscurus? Those things didn’t exist decades ago!”

But Trelawny seems to have not heard her words, still buried in the long hair of the baring fangs and brandishing claws, the tremble is even bigger…

“…Takaka…sin…recovery…the nightmare is coming…”

She used the sorrowful voice to tell that the atmosphere in the classroom became more and more strange. The room was bright because the curtains were wide open, but everyone only felt that the temperature dropped a little.

At the same time, Trelawny’s predictions are becoming more consistent and clearer.

“…When the light of the old days…Retreat…the stage, the enemies will come back…”

“…the sinful tombstone will eventually change hands, the time of the Obscurus…hey…the Titicaca…the Tukaka…”

Just as everyone was immersed in the mysterious and embarrassing prophecy, Trelawny seemed to be blocked by something, and the sorrowful words stopped short.

Instead, it is the first meaningless noise. The young wizards looked at each other and were a little overwhelmed.

Although in the magic circle, the presence of the prophet is very rare. Since the magic school like Hogwarts has also started Divination for many years, the wizards are not unfamiliar with the “prophecy”.

Of course, divination is a thing that is too vague. In the absence of an instance, everyone didn’t care too much about this course.

Even so, when Trelawny showed his true “predictive stance” in public, most of the young wizards had a “have to believe” feeling.

Even Umbridge can only bite his teeth without saying a word – after all, anyone can feel it now, and the kind of breath that Trelawny exudes at the moment is simply a goose bump.

However, when everyone listened nervously, Trelawny’s state showed a bigger anomaly.

In the tense eyes of the classroom, Trelawny jerked his head up, his mouth half open and half-closed, as if he wanted to continue to say something.

And the eyes of her eyes at this time were covered with a layer of gray.

“… Ka… 嗬嗬… hit… broken… time series… shackles…”

Trelawny in the prophetic gesture is like being attached to something else, borrowing her body to describe the prophecy itself. But at this moment, she has the “existence” of the body, and it is extremely difficult to talk.

“…different…number.”

The last half of the word was squeezed out of her throat forcibly, and the gray in the eyes of Trelawny suddenly dissipated. Then she seemed to have lost some support from her strength and plopped it down on the floor.

Almost at the same time, in the prophetic hall of the Ministry of Magic Department of Mysteries, a newly filled prophet, “ka-cha” burst into a whole…

“Oh…hey…what is the ‘extra number’? I don’t know what it is!”

Umbridge was awakened by the sound of her fall, and she snorted dryly, then ran through the trapdoors on the ground and hurried down the stairs.

“That… what?” Harry looked at Professor Trelawny on the floor and looked up and saw that everyone was looking at himself.

“Oh…” He hesitated, then subconsciously pointed to himself, “I?”

The students have ordered nodded.

“Hey! Ron–” Harry turned around and pulled his good friend.

“Aiya… Okay! Ok, let us be good buddies!” Ron seemed to be remembering. When he felt Harry licking him, he looked up. “Let’s hurry up and call Professor McGonagall. ……”

The voice did not fall, he rarely took the initiative to stand up, took Harry and ran to the trapdoor.

“Are you just writing down the prophecy?”

“Of course! Marx didn’t say it, contact him if there is something important – this is a good opportunity for us to help him!”

While running in the transfiguration classroom, the two whispered in a conversation.

“Well, too…” Harry nodded.

“But you said…Trelawny’s prophecy, is it not allowed?” Ron remembered it with great enthusiasm, but he still had little trust in Professor Trelawny. “How do I think about it, I still feel that Not too reliable?”

“Who knows?” Harry thought, “Marx will always judge for himself, oh… Speaking, what happened to your candy?”

Ron hearing this, some embarrassed shook his head.

“You must remember, don’t let my mother know…”

“Of course!” Harry ran and patted his chest.

“Like what I just said, it was Fred and George’s test work, called ‘alcohol bombs’… Marx gave advice, saying that if you sell to the big bars, you can definitely make a lot of gold galleon!”

“H…” Harry grinned. “You know what it is by listening to the name! Fortunately, I only spit it when I chew it…”

“No, the biggest advantage of this thing is that it won’t be drunk when you eat more!” Ron said in a mysterious way. “Marx said that he added a formula that quickly breaks down alcohol, which is both enjoyable and intoxicating. The drunkard can’t stop…”

Soon, they came to the door of the transfiguration classroom. The two glanced at each other and Harry stepped forward and reached out to open the door to the classroom.

“…the physical properties of each material are closely related to their magical properties, we can correspond…Hmm?”

Professor McGonagall was giving a lecture. When she heard the sound of the door being opened, she immediately turned her head back.

“Professor McGonagall!” Harry was busy starting talking.

“What?” McGonagall has always been sloppy in class, serious and serious. “At this time, you shouldn’t be in the Divination classroom? What are you doing here?”

“That…” Harry paused. “Professor Trelawny made a prophecy, and then she fainted…”

In fact, most of the students know more or less that Professor McGonagall doesn’t really like Professor Trelawny because she doesn’t believe in divination.

The way the two professors lived normally, Harry naturally looked in his eyes, so he would be a bit hesitant now.

But after all is Hogwarts professor, and Dumbledore personally hired. For McGonagall who trusts Dumbledore and cherishes Hogwarts bit by bit, the existence of Trelawny has long been recognized.

“I know,” Professor McGonagall immediately nodded, and turned to the students in the classroom. “Then you recite the dual nature of the material…”

Later, she hurried to the door and strode to the stars.

“Mr Potter, Mr. Weasley, you first go to the school hospital to inform Madam Pomfrey,” McGonagall hurriedly said, “We will come soon -“

“Ah! Ok!” Harry and Ron were both at the same time.

……

Half an hour later, the headmaster was indoors.

There are a lot of headmaster portraits on the wall, and I don’t know where to go. There seems to be a lot of changes in the furnishings here, such as being carefully cleaned up by people, and it seems to be much cleaner than in the past.

The windows on the side are also open, and the wind hu hu is poured in, but there is not much coolness.

Even the Sorting Hat on the shelf seems to have been cleaned up. Although it is still patched everywhere, the crumpled place is still not smoothed, at least not as dirty as in previous years. It’s all stains.

For this almost new headmaster office, Professor McGonagall seems to be a little uncomfortable. She will squint from time to time, with some doubts in her eyes.

“… is this?” Dumbledore ordered nodded towards McGonagall. “How is Sybill doing now?”

“She is already awake, it looks fine.” McGonagall said seriously, “However, her prophecy…”

As far as the student’s description is concerned, it is undoubtedly a true prophecy, and Professor McGonagall is also quite concerned about this. But after listening to it, Dumbledore just thought a little.

“Don’t care,” he smiled. “Not a big problem.”

A true prophecy from the prophet, I am afraid most people will be very cautious. But now Dumbledore doesn’t seem to care so much, just like its content is really no big deal.

“But…” Professor McGonagall seems to be somewhat uneasy.

“It’s okay, let’s take it easy…” Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped it. “In the future, no one can say bad… The prophecy can only be used as a reference. What should we do or not, isn’t it?” ”

He wiped the lens and reattached it to the bridge of the nose. This continued: “Minerva, are you going to have a finger cake?”

Professor McGonagall grinned and shook his head.

“No, no need…” she thought, “I will go down first.”

“Ok.”

Dumbledore stood up and smiled and sent McGonagall away. When the door to the headmaster room was reclosed, he picked up a finger cake and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it gently.

“…well to the enemy?” he muttered, then shrugged indifferently, and a little naughty in his smile. “It’s time to end…”

After all, he grabbed a few finger cakes and swayed to the window.

At this time, it happened that there was a wind blowing, shaking his silver hair and often white whiskers, making the white wizard’s image more elegant and dusty.

The fragrant sunshine fell on him, warm, and he couldn’t help but squint comfortably. The half-moon-shaped lens reflects the sunlight, and the golden brilliance shines.

“Hey… Marx hasn’t come yet, and secretly go back to ‘Honeydukes’? The flyer says that the store has developed new desserts…”