A string of silver-white electricity flashed away from the tip of Link's staff.

Trelawney, who was lying on her back, suddenly straightened up and twitched while lying on the ground, causing the surrounding mountains of wine bottles to rattle.

After more than ten seconds, Trelawney calmed down.

She struggled to sit up from the ground, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and said in a trembling voice:

"What... what the hell?"

"Good morning, Sybil."

Dumbledore smiled and greeted Trelawney.

After hearing this, Trelawney's scattered eyes gradually gained focus, and she nodded swayingly at Dumbledore.

Seeing her like this, Link was a little impatient.

He went straight past Dumbledore, frowned at Trelawney and said:

"Trelawney, come make a prophecy for us. And Firenze, you too."

Firenze nodded very simply.

Trelawney looked puzzled and said:

"Why...why? I never make prophecies in the morning! And...and how did you end up here? This is my room, how can you break into a lady's room without making a sound? Or while she's asleep when!"

Trelawney's voice grew louder and louder, until it became a scream.

"You must make a prophecy for us, now, immediately, immediately!" Link's face turned completely cold, "If you have to say why, I can only say that it is about whether you can continue to stay in the future. Hogwarts life still has to go to the psychiatry of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries."

As soon as this statement came out, the muscles on Trelawney's face twitched, and her pupils shrunk to a small point in an instant, and she was completely awake in an instant.

This is intimidating.

Psychiatry at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

The reputation of this place is not much better than Azkaban.

The only difference between them is that the prisoners in Azkaban are tortured mad by Dementors.

And the patients in the psychiatry department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries were "treated" crazy by the patients and therapists.

Even, in a sense, the psychiatry at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is even more terrifying.

Because in Azkaban, at least if you really can't take it, you can choose to die, and those dementors are happy to do you, they have coveted your soul for a long time.

But in the psychiatry at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

Death is a luxury.

Those white-robed healers have so many incredible ways to pull you back from the brink of death and keep you going through that torture.

So just after thinking about the rumors about the psychiatry department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries for a while, Trelawney's attitude changed 180 degrees in an instant.

She jumped up from the floor in a hurry, and while rummaging through the **** heap, she said:

"Okay, I'm going to prophesy for you right away, so... so please don't send me there!"

Link looked at Firenze inquisitively again, and the latter gave a twisted gentleman's salute, indicating that the lady would give priority.

Seeing this, Link nodded.

At the same time, Trelawney also managed to find a lot of "junk".

These included a crystal ball covered with floating ash, a tea cup with unknown stains on the inside, a tin of tea leaves that had been moldy, a brown-black (originally pure black) robe, and a black cat puppet.

She put on the robe at a very fast speed, wiped the crystal ball, brewed tea in the teacup, and then started to sway and say something that Link can't understand at all, and probably no one in this world can hear it. Weird language you know (or just syllables?).

This scene is quite bizarre.

Firenze looked serious.

He always has a heart of reverence for knowledge that he does not know.

Link looked suspiciously at Dumbledore.

Then, he saw a strong gloating on Dumbledore's face.

This caused an ominous premonition in Link's heart.

"you!"

Trelawney suddenly pointed at Link and snarled.

This startled Link.

When he turned his head, he saw Trelawney rolling her eyes with exaggerated eyes that normal people can't do, and said in a dreamy voice:

"You are the chosen one! Son of Merlin (a proverb in the magical world, used to compliment someone with strong magical talent)! You will become the best headmaster in the history of Hogwarts! Your future will be smooth! Everything! Difficulties will become insignificant in front of you! You..."

As Trelawney chanted, Dumbledore's expression distorted.

This is laughter.

Link's face was extremely gloomy.

Every normal person at Hogwarts knows that Trelawney's favorite thing to do is some prophecy that curses other people's bad luck.

And Trelawney was very careful.

Even if a dog barked at her twice.

She would have to predict on the spot that it would be stuck in the throat when it gnawed on the bone tonight.

So Link was actually mentally prepared to be cursed by Trelawney.

There is also a bit of anticipation for this.

After all, even if such a prophecy is false, it can make him more vigilant.

But he really didn't expect it!

Trelawney this guy, actually came up and slapped him for a while!

And the shot is so jerky and twisted!

You can tell it's fake when you hear it!

Taking a deep breath, Link interrupted:

"Trelawney, you should quit drinking!"

Trelawney's voice suddenly stagnated, and she said in horror:

"I don't actually like drinking alcohol, no, I hate the taste of alcohol! I drink for better prophecy! This is a sacrifice I made for my profession! Without alcohol, I wouldn't be able to do it at all. make accurate predictions, so you can’t…”

"fart!"

Link scolded angrily, "I will send someone to send you to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to stop drinking this afternoon. If you can't stop drinking, you won't have to come back!"

Hearing this, Trelawney let out a shrill wailing, but Link turned his head and looked at Firenze.

Seeing this, the latter took a step forward, and did not do as much bells and whistles as Trelawney did, and said directly:

"Lord Foley, I have to remind you that the astrology of our centaurs can only make predictions about the general environment, but cannot make accurate predictions about specific individuals. After all, compared to this world, we individuals are really So tiny!"

Link adjusted his disorganized breath from Trelawney's anger, nodded at Firenze, and motioned for him to continue.

When the latter saw this, the conversation changed:

"But you are an exception. As a morning star, your light has become more dazzling than before. This means that your own strength or other aspects have made explosive progress in the recent period of time! "

Hearing this, Link finally nodded with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on his face.

Not that he believed Firenze's words.

Link is a pure atheist.

And extremely stubborn!

Even though he has experienced soul crossing, which cannot be explained by science or magic, he does not believe in the existence of God.

Under the influence of this stubbornly atheistic system, things like prophecy and divination are not within Link's trust.

That is to say, although Firenze's words did point out the fact that Link's strength has soared recently, Link still felt that he was flattering!

What really satisfied Link was that Firenze's level of flattery was much higher than that of Trelawney.

This can be seen just by looking at Dumbledore's increasingly serious expression.

"It's not fair! This horse is obviously flattering! Why don't you..."

Trelawney was still roaring unwillingly, but before she could finish her sentence, Link waved her hand and sealed her mouth.

It's dying.

Your level of flattery is nothing compared to him.

Don't you count it in your own mind?

Link complained in his heart, but heard Firenze speak again:

"In addition, in the direction of the general situation of this world, Xingchen also gave me a notice!"

Firenze walked to the window with a solemn expression, looked at the sky outside the window and said:

"There is a fiery red star in the south, and it is getting brighter and brighter. Its radiance is so strong that it has even swallowed up other stars that were originally near it, and it has surpassed the morning star, which represents your fortune. This can be It's not a good sign! According to our centaurs' astrology concept, this kind of strange, sudden star is a disaster!

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If left alone, the disaster star will continue to expand, and then affect the operation of the entire world!

So, if possible, you'd better send someone to investigate.

There must be some kind of obvious, unnatural, bizarre change over there!

Although the form that this change manifests may be benign, it is good.

But it's actually just the devil's disguise! Don't be careless! "

Firenze's words silenced Link and Dumbledore.

Because they all noticed the direction of the disaster star in Firenze's words.

"South, France...isn't it just south of us?"

Dumbledore said with emotion.

Hearing this, Firenze was stunned.

He looked at Dumbledore, then at Link, and finally said in disbelief:

"Could it be that you are planning to go in person?"

"Yes, Firenze, to tell you the truth, we originally planned to leave for France to investigate some things." Link said, "And the reason why I invited you to make prophecies for us this time is to see what we have good luck."

As soon as this statement came out, Firenze's expression changed instantly.

The deliberately disguised false respect quickly dissipated, replaced by a look of excitement and admiration!

He tensed up instantly and began to use his hooves, arms and even his tail to make a series of various strange movements.

This kind of action looks very funny at first glance, but with Firenze's solemn expression, it has a different sense of ritual.

It was not until Firenze completed the entire set of complicated movements that Dumbledore sighed with emotion:

"This is the highest courtesy of centaurs, Firenze, you must do this."

"No! Although your purpose may not be as pure as I imagined, your actions deserve my respect!" Firenze said solemnly, "I implore you to investigate the The intelligence of the disaster star is a very difficult thing, because just judging from the brightness of this disaster star, it has already become a big deal!

But also because of this, the anomalies on the French side should also become more obvious!

You just need to look for those anomalies that violate the laws of nature.

The more intense this anomaly, and the larger the area, the closer to the location of the disaster star! "

Hearing that, Link and Dumbledore looked at each other.

It has to be said that Firenze is far more professional than Trelawney in the fortune-telling skills.

At least he's done a pretty good job of plausibility, mixed truth.

For example, he once again mentioned the fact that there is a 'disaster star' in France.

But Link was still skeptical about Firenze's second half of his words, and it could even be said that he sneered.

What is an abnormal phenomenon that violates the laws of nature?

According to Link's understanding, the wizard itself is the most unnatural existence in this world!

So according to Firenze, aren't the shadowy people hiding in the French Ministry of Magic?

After all, the density of wizards there is definitely the highest in the entire French magic world!

But if you think about it in a different way.

It doesn't seem impossible either.

After all, according to "I am the Minister! ” Judging from the progress prompt of this hidden series of tasks, Link’s control over the French Ministry of Magic is extremely negative.

Smashing his mouth twice, Link took Firenze's words down.

He and Dumbledore said goodbye to Firenze, and finally gave Trelawney a disgusting look before turning around and walking towards the hallway.

At this time, the originally bustling hall was empty.

While Link and Dumbledore were visiting Trelawney, Harry and the other students had already boarded the Thestral carriage and headed to Hogsmeade Station.

Their departure made the entire Hogwarts castle as deadly silent, completely different from the usual lively.

Walking in such Hogwarts, Dumbledore's expression was a little melancholy.

While constantly looking at the surrounding furnishings, he sighed.

Link said helplessly:

"There's no need for this, right? They'll be back in another two months. By then, I'm afraid you'll think they're too noisy."

Hearing this, Dumbledore sighed again and shook his head:

"How could that be? In my heart, it is the most beautiful scene!"

Link pouted and stopped talking.

He couldn't understand Dumbledore's thoughts, he could only attribute it to the loneliness of a lonely old man.

Personally, he does prefer to be lively.

But this kind of liveliness is not the appearance of hundreds of thousands of people laughing and playing in a castle.

To him, the scene was not lively, but noisy!

Mind-blowing noise!

The two continued to walk forward in silence, and finally left Hogwarts Castle.

The bright sunlight outside splashed on the emerald green lawn, reflecting a wonderful light and shadow full of vitality.

This may have dispelled Dumbledore's sadness to a certain extent and made his expression much more normal.

At the same time, a smile appeared on Link's face.

Because, not far away, Emily, wearing a floral round-brimmed hat and a spring dress, was standing beside a carriage waving at him.