"Calm down, children. Even if you keep looking out the window, I won't punish you. You should pay more attention to the teacup in front of you, so that you can successfully predict the future..."

In the divination classroom in the West Tower, Professor Trelawney warned the young wizards seriously, but her fancy and strange appearance and weird tone did not make her majestic. The best the young wizards could do was calm down their excitement for a while.

, will start whispering again.

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

"Oh, Bree, look at that, the professor who is pretending to be a ghost. Did you know that Trelawney made another prophecy a few days ago, and it was for Potter."

Draco poked Bree, who lowered his head and watched the regularity of the tea leaves floating 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 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 just 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 showed Professor Lupine that the task was completed. Harry also successfully performed a ball of magic amidst Professor Lupin's suspicion.

Baiwu, who is not weak, has finally passed the test of Professor Lu Ping.

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

Draco hummed twice, touched his lips that had some fluff, and repeated in a low voice: "The Dark Lord lies alone, without friends, abandoned by his companions. His servants have been locked up for the past twelve years.

.One night in June, the servant will break free from his chains and start looking for his master. With the help of the servant, 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 said that, 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 out loud.

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

"The Dark Lord, servant?"

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

Suddenly, 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 hung high, and the bright moonlight penetrated the diffuse black clouds. The smell of blood was constantly conveyed in the cold wind. Looking from a distance, Dumbledore fell from a strange tower, and the horn of death was blown.

, thousands of werewolves emerged from the Forbidden Forest, and they began to attack the gate of Hogwarts with their own methods. Before it was crumbling, on the high tower of the castle, the sound of fierce fighting became louder and louder, and tragic blood splattered.

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 a bloody battle 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 people in Slytherin.

There were not many, and 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 roar, 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, she 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 tried her best to smile. 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 must prove herself, and the way is 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 turned dark.

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 just making things up to gain attention. Of course she would not admit it!

Professor Trelawney left the classroom angrily. The state 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 for happiness by countless dementors. Potter chased him out of a cave hidden by the Whomping Willow, shouting loudly that Black was a werewolf.

She rushed towards 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 enveloped in a cloud of black air, and the black air came from the ring on his finger.

Emerged from.

Dumbledore cut off his finger, but the black energy wrapped around him tightly like a gangrene attached to 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 so 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? Tell me, Brie!"

Draco's face was full of tension, but Bree didn't say a word. 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 Trelawney 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, without a 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 soon, but I have to finish today's promotion match, otherwise I won't be able to participate in the competition during the holiday.

"

"Yeah." Brie nodded with satisfaction.

Since in his prophecy, Draco was hiding in the turret 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.
To be continued...