The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Chapter 570 The shining disaster star

A string of silver-white electricity flashed 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 mountains of wine bottles around her to jingle.

After more than ten seconds, Trelawney calmed down.

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

"Wh...what the hell?"

"Good morning, Sybil."

Dumbledore smiled and greeted Trelawney.

After hearing this, Trelawney's distracted eyes gradually came into focus, and she nodded unsteadily towards Dumbledore.

Seeing her like this, Link was a little impatient.

He passed directly over Dumbledore, frowned and glared at Trelawney and said:

"Trelawney, come and give us a prophecy. And Firenze, you too."

Firenze nodded very simply.

Trelawney looked puzzled and said:

"Why...why? I never give prophecies to people in the morning! And...and how did you show up here? This is my room, how could you break into a lady's room without saying a word? Or in While she was sleeping!”

Trelawney's voice grew louder and louder, and by the end it had turned into a scream.

"You must make a prophecy for us, now, immediately, immediately!" Link's face has completely turned cold. "If I have to say why, I can only say that it is related to whether you can continue to stay here. Life at Hogwarts still requires psychiatric training at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.”

As soon as these words came out, the muscles on Trelawney's face twitched, and her pupils shrank to a small point in an instant, and she suddenly woke up completely.

This is intimidating.

The Psychiatric Department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

This place has a reputation no better than Azkaban.

The only difference between the two is that the prisoners in Azkaban were tortured mad by dementors.

The patients in the psychiatric department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies are being 'treated' crazy by fellow patients and therapists.

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

Because in Azkaban, at least if you really can't bear it anymore, you can still choose death. Those dementors are happy to help you. They have been coveting your soul for a long time.

But in the psychiatric unit of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

Death is a luxury.

Those therapists in white robes have too many incredible ways to pull you back from the brink of death, allowing you to continue to endure the torture.

So just after thinking about the rumors about the psychiatric department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies for a while, Trelawney's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees.

She jumped up from the floor and said while rummaging around in the trash:

"Okay, I'll make a prophecy for you right away, so...so please don't send me there!"

Link looked at Firenze inquiringly, and the latter made a somewhat twisted gentlemanly gesture, indicating that ladies would have priority.

Seeing this, Link nodded.

At the same time, Trelawney also successfully found a lot of 'junk'.

They included a crystal ball with floating dust on the surface, a teacup with unknown stains inside, a can of moldy tea leaves, a brown-black (originally pure black) robe and a black cat puppet.

She put on her robe very quickly, wiped the crystal ball, brewed tea in the teacup, and then started to say something waddling that Link couldn't understand at all, and probably no one in the world could understand it. The weird language you understand (or is it just syllables?).

This scene is quite strange.

Firenze looked serious.

He always has reverence for knowledge that he does not understand.

Link looked at Dumbledore with suspicion.

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

This gave Link an ominous premonition.

"you!"

Trelawney suddenly pointed at Link and shouted.

This startled Link.

When he turned his head, he saw Trelawney rolling her eyes in an exaggerated way that a normal person could not do, and said in a voice like a dream:

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

As Trelawney sang, Dumbledore's expression became distorted.

This is a joke.

Link's expression was extremely gloomy.

Any normal person in Hogwarts knows that Trelawney's favorite thing to do is to make prophecies that curse others for bad luck.

And Trelawney is also very petty.

Even if a dog barked at her twice.

She would have predicted on the spot that it would get stuck in its throat while chewing bones tonight.

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

For this reason, there is quite a sense of preparedness.

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

But he really didn’t expect it!

Trelawney actually came up and slapped him on the back!

Moreover, the filming was so jerky and twisted!

People will know it is fake as soon as they hear it!

Taking a deep breath, Link interrupted:

"Trelawney, you should stop drinking!"

Trelawney's voice suddenly stopped, and she said with some horror:

"I actually don't like drinking. No, I hate the taste of alcohol! I drink purely for better prophecies! This is the sacrifice I make for my profession! Without alcohol, I can't do it at all. Make accurate predictions, so you can’t..."

"fart!"

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

Hearing this, Trelawney burst into a mournful wail, but Link ignored her and turned to look at Firenze.

Seeing this, the latter took a step forward, and instead of doing as many bells and whistles as Trelawney did, she spoke directly:

"Mr. Foley, I must remind you that our centaurs' astrology can only predict the general environment, but cannot make accurate predictions for specific individuals. After all, compared to this world, we individuals are really So insignificant!”

Link adjusted his breath, which was somewhat disturbed by Trelawney's anger, and nodded to Firenze, indicating for him to continue.

Upon seeing this, the latter changed the subject and said:

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

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 experienced soul traveling, something that could not be explained by science or magic, he still did not believe in the existence of God.

And under the influence of this stubborn atheistic system, things like prophecy and divination are not within the scope of Link's trust.

In other words, although Firenze's words did point out the fact that Link's strength has soared recently in a sense, Link still felt that he was flattering!

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

You can tell this just by looking at Dumbledore's increasingly serious expression.

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

Trelawney was still roaring unwillingly, but before she could finish her words, Link sealed her mouth with a wave of his hand.

It's dying.

Your level of flattery is incomparable.

Don’t you know it in your own mind?

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

"In addition, the stars also gave me clues about the overall situation of this world!"

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 light is so strong that it has even swallowed up other stars that were originally near it, and has surpassed the morning star that represents your luck. This can be It’s not a good sign! According to our horse people’s astrological philosophy, this kind of weird star that appears suddenly is a disaster star!

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

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

There must have been some kind of obvious, unnatural and strange change over there!

Although the form in which this change manifests itself may be benign and good.

But this is actually just the devil’s disguise!Don't be careless! "

Firenze's words caused both Link and Dumbledore to fall silent.

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

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

Dumbledore said with emotion.

Firenze was stunned when he heard this.

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

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

"Yes, Firenze, to tell you the truth, we originally planned to set off to France to investigate some things." Link said, "And the reason why we asked you to make predictions for us this time is to take a look at what we are doing. Good luck."

As soon as he said this, Firenze's expression changed instantly.

The false respect that was deliberately put on quickly dissipated, and was replaced by a look of excitement and admiration!

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

This kind of action seems very funny at first glance, but when paired with Firenze's solemn expression, it has a different kind of ritual feel.

It wasn't until Firenze finished the entire set of complicated actions that Dumbledore sighed:

"This is the highest etiquette among 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 matter during your trip to France. It is quite difficult to obtain information about this disaster star, because judging from the brightness of this disaster star alone, it is already big!

But also because of this, the anomalies in France should become more obvious!

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

The more severe this anomaly is and the wider the area, the closer it is to the location of the disaster star! "

Hearing this, Link and Dumbledore looked at each other.

It has to be said that Firenze is far superior to Trelawney in terms of professionalism as a diviner.

At least he did a pretty good job of being plausible and half-truth.

For example, he once again hit the mark on the fact that there is a 'disaster' in France.

But for the second half of Firenze's words, Link was still skeptical, and could even be said to be scornful.

What are abnormal phenomena that violate the laws of nature?

According to Link's understanding, wizards themselves are the most unnatural existences in the world!

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

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

But if you think about it differently.

This doesn't seem impossible.

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

After smacking his mouth twice, Link finally remembered Firenze's words.

He said goodbye to Dumbledore and Firenze, and finally gave Trelawney a disgusted look before turning and walking towards the foyer.

At this time, the originally bustling foyer was empty.

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

Their departure made the entire Hogwarts Castle as quiet as death, completely losing its usual bustle.

Walking through Hogwarts like this, Dumbledore looked 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 again in two months. By then, I'm afraid you'll still think they're too noisy."

Hearing this, Dumbledore sighed again, shook his head and said:

"How could it be? That is the most beautiful scene in my heart!"

Link curled his lips and stopped talking.

He could not understand Dumbledore's thoughts and could only attribute them to the loneliness of a lonely old man.

Personally speaking, he does like to be lively.

But this kind of excitement is not like hundreds or thousands of people laughing and playing in a castle.

To him, that scene was not called lively, but noisy!

Mind-blowing noise!

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

The bright sunshine outside splashes 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 next to a carriage and waving to him.