When they heard a clearly strange noise coming from Trelawney's cabin, others might go in immediately, but Snape wouldn't.

Because after a series of incidents he finally let go of his mind, many things no longer seemed important to him.

Today, he only cares about himself and his younger sister. In addition to this, he can be treated more or less with snacks, probably only the thing that gives him a huge change in life.

As for the divination professor, Sybil Trilawi ... To be honest, Snape was not only disgusted by this godlike witch, but also annoyed.

I was able to report to McGonagall immediately after discovering something abnormal in her room, which was already kind to him, and most of it was because of the responsibility.

It's just that although Snape is annoyed at this okay woman who likes to say that there is a "catastrophe", he also understands that Trelawney is indeed one of the few true prophets in the modern magic world.

When he rushed to Meg, who was standing at the door again, and glanced into the cabin, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a deep breath.

"I didn't hear her just now. There was only a sound of" Tikka Kaka "like a sputum in her throat ... Professor McGonagall, did you say anything after you came here?"

Hearing Snape's question, McGonagall shook his head slightly.

"No," she gazed at the scene in the room, and whispered, "I didn't make a sound when I came. When I opened the door, I saw Sybil fell to the ground like this."

As McGregor said, Trilawney in the room at this moment, her head was leaning motionlessly on the floor towards the door, her eyes stared round. Scarlet blood was faintly flowing from the corners of her eyes, under her nose, near her ears, and near her lips.

At first glance, it looks like a terrible death.

But when Snape and Sprout, who had just squeezed behind him, took a closer look, they both spoke at the same time:

"Alive!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Sprout rushed into the cabin first, and then leaned down to lift Trilawney to check his condition.

But at the moment when she was bending down, she was lying on the floor, as if she was dead, and Trilawney was suddenly dead. She suddenly found her pale hand and grasped Sprout tightly. Reach out to your wrist.

Then the weird sound that seemed to overlap with the voices of men and women burst out in the face of Trelawney's throat.

"... Eternal time has formed a circle, and the sin of nothingness has become real. 'Chaos' has come back to the world ... When 'chaos' opens the door to 'disaster', material will be eroded, rules reordered, Destiny ... fall apart ... "

Under the gaze of four eyes present, Trilawie's eyes were hazy, and the prophecy was snarled. When she had finished speaking like this, for the first time in her life, she recovered her consciousness in the process of telling the true prophecy.

As soon as she saw the white flickering in Trilawney's eyes, a pair of eyes became clear again, and then she strangled Sprout's arm and screamed with difficulty:

"Don't go back! Never go back ... then at least ... can live longer ..."

I said, she finally couldn't support her extremely tired spirit, and passed out on the spot. And her fluffy long hair, originally flaxen, turned pale in a few seconds.

"Pomona, Sybil she ... how about it?"

The real predictions are shocking, and the worst predictions like the one just now will make people even stagnate even breathing.

After a moment of involuntary chatter, McGonagall asked.

I heard her inquire, and Sprout hurriedly bowed his head for closer inspection, and then easily carried the thin, thin Trelawney to the bed.

"Very serious overdraft, need to replenish physical strength and spirit as soon as possible ... Professor Snape?"

嗯 "Well, I'll go back to the room to get the potion."

Snape, who was always standing at the door, heard it without any delay, and nodded, turned and walked quickly to his room.

After a while, the remaining three looked at each other, and saw the solemn expressions on their faces.

"What should I do?" The little man, Flitwick, looked up and looked back at the two women, screaming. "In short ... tell Prof. Trelawney's predictions to Marka first? He needs to know People of this matter. "

"Let's go then!"

Sprout said, and left the cabin in a hurry, and ran away in a huff.

After a while, when Snape brought potions to Trilawney in the coma, and Straight sent a secret letter to Maca, the four of them were silent and completely silent. .

It is not easy to interpret the prophecy correctly, but Trilawney's last sentence spoken by her own will be understood by anyone.

He is not only "can't go back", even if he continues to sail today, it is only "to live longer".

This prophecy is almost telling them plainly that death is not far away.

After a long death, McGonagall finally opened his mouth and whispered slightly:

"Can I get rid of you? In my own name ..."

"No ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ It was Snape who refused neatly without listening even after listening.

"I want to go home immediately and take Tia away."

His mouth leaning against the door frame, though saying so, was simple and determined, but his feet did not move. Obviously, even if only a little bit, he would still worry about the mood of the other people present.

After hearing Snape's words, McGonagall and others all nodded slightly after all.

"I can understand your concerns," McGonagall nodded. "You go ... just, if you don't know where to go, you might as well take her back to the boat. I think at least compared to other places , It's safer here. "

Snape was silent for a few seconds at the door, then finally nodded.

"Got it."

He didn't finish his words, so he flung the black cloak behind him, and turned to the stairs leading to the deck with a bang.

When Flitwick and Sprout saw this, they signaled to McGonagall:

说 "Say! If there is anything we can help, we must help."

Megel glanced back and forth between them with a little gratitude, and paused slightly.

"I'm going back to Hogwarts." She said solemnly and firmly, "That's the treasure entrusted to me by Albus. I can't live up to his trust ... definitely not!"

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